I think snow has many words for it in other cultures. It also
universally has many shades. Yesterday the heavy snowfall was almost grey with the wind and clouds mixed in. Today it seems
golden white with the sunlight layered on.
Sad that anyone should not be able to nuance the world. A technicolor universe has an enhancement that those creatures who see in black and white cannot begin to fathom. It is the beauty of the visual artist to translate even more colors into many objects. We can find purple moons and green skins that make us look anew to ourselves when we go to art museums.
I never understood “ice blue” until I saw a glacier in Alaska
calving into the water with an accompanying moan. Ice blue for me signalled the moment that glacier changed shape. And also the moment that glacier spoke.
We are lucky to see a technicolor landscape and even luckier to discern that our emotional landscape has shadings we find surprising and vibrant. The many shades of white is not to be
confused with many shades of grey so popular in the literary world now. It does not close off our senses, but exposes a deeper palate than we can even suppose.